August 2011
8 posts
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A storm is brewing Lightning flashes and I’m blind Take me, hurricane
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Confession.
The exact second I heard your pleading voice for another of my unhinged doors to open, I knew this was going to happen. It was inevitable. It was fated. What else could have been staring at me in the face with a forebodingly apathetic vice? An indifferently threatening addiction? We were always the pawns of condemnation, never have been anything more than that. I was a fool to believe otherwise.
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could it have been any more mindless i should have known with the nine hundred ninety ninth chance that the thousand would only be as cruel, as agonizing, as painful but no, wise one, i won’t sway to betrayal tonight i gave you every ounce of forgiveness despite knowing you’re nothing but filth trying to surpass its way into love, into something more i gave you every little chance i...
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forgiveness; twentieth of the sevens
suppose you saw me leave suppose i forgot to close the door - not a fraction of an inch oh, but that’s who i am who i’d always rather be my mother always used to reprimand the little girl i once was for i echoed footsteps there i departed somehow here never securing doors properly, never leaving completely farewell’s only credence while we remain such fools suppose i can never...
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Killing me again Without you even knowing Please, slowly this time
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I can’t keep grasping at straws for me to become part of your life anymore because I honestly don’t know how much of it I still can be. There’s wrongness at every corner threatening to jump out at me. I know nothing about you anymore, you know nothing about me, and we don’t capture a single inch to save the distance. Do you know? Everyday is another 24 hours for us to...
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Only seconds left Til your mutual destruction Careful now, darling
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I hate this. I hate that I’m starting to feel selfish of whatever it is I still don’t have completely. I hate that you’re making me defy all that I’ve ever been. I hate the fact that I have this heavy feeling in my arms, a strained unkempt yearning in my breaths, this never-ending resonant sense of selfishness at the back of my head. I don’t think I want to know if...